Saints Cannot Arise Where There Have Been

Nothing Can So Pierce The Soul As The Uttermost Sigh Of The Body.

Imagination Is Potentially Infinite. Though Actually We Are Limited To The Types Of Experience For Which We Possess Organs, Those Organs Are Somewhat Plastic. Opportunity Will Change Their Scope And Even Their Center.

A Body Seriously Out Of Equilibrium, Either With Itself Or With Its Environment, Perishes Outright. Not So A Mind. Madness And Suffering Can Set Themselves No Limit.

The Effort Of Art Is To Keep What Is Interesting In Existence, To Recreate It In The Eternal.

The Combative Instinct Is A Savage Prompting By Which One Man's Good Is Found In Another's Evil.